The Works of the British Poets, 10. kötetJohn & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 oldal |
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13. oldal
... Soft flumber gently creeping through her breast , She finks ; and in her fleep is re - enthron'd , Mock'd by a gaudy dream , and vainly crown'd . She views her fleets and armies , feas and land , And stretches wide her shadow of command ...
... Soft flumber gently creeping through her breast , She finks ; and in her fleep is re - enthron'd , Mock'd by a gaudy dream , and vainly crown'd . She views her fleets and armies , feas and land , And stretches wide her shadow of command ...
27. oldal
... Soft female hearts the rude invader own : But there , indeed , it deals in nicer things , Than routing armies , and dethroning kings : Attend , and you difcern it in the fair Conduct a finger , or reclaim a bair ; Or roll the lucid ...
... Soft female hearts the rude invader own : But there , indeed , it deals in nicer things , Than routing armies , and dethroning kings : Attend , and you difcern it in the fair Conduct a finger , or reclaim a bair ; Or roll the lucid ...
34. oldal
... soft machine : How two red lips affected zephyrs blow , To cocl the bohea , and inflame the beau : While one white finger and a thumb confpire To lift the cup , and make the world admire . Tea ! how I tremble at thy fatal stream ! As ...
... soft machine : How two red lips affected zephyrs blow , To cocl the bohea , and inflame the beau : While one white finger and a thumb confpire To lift the cup , and make the world admire . Tea ! how I tremble at thy fatal stream ! As ...
46. oldal
... Soft to complain " For others ' pain , And bold to triumph o'er my own ! " " ( When Fortune's kind ) " Acute to find , " And warm to relifh every boon , " And wife to ftill " Fantastic ill , " Whose frightful spectres ftalk at noon ...
... Soft to complain " For others ' pain , And bold to triumph o'er my own ! " " ( When Fortune's kind ) " Acute to find , " And warm to relifh every boon , " And wife to ftill " Fantastic ill , " Whose frightful spectres ftalk at noon ...
70. oldal
... Soft , modeft , melancholy , female , fair ! A theme that rofe all pale , and told my foul ' Twas night ; on her fond hopes perpetual night ; A night which ftruck a damp , a deadlier damp Than that which fmote me from Philander's tomb ...
... Soft , modeft , melancholy , female , fair ! A theme that rofe all pale , and told my foul ' Twas night ; on her fond hopes perpetual night ; A night which ftruck a damp , a deadlier damp Than that which fmote me from Philander's tomb ...
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217. oldal - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
217. oldal - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
217. oldal - Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
223. oldal - Sisters, weave the web of death; Sisters, cease, the work is done. Hail the task, and hail the hands!
63. oldal - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
247. oldal - I saw difficulties which staggered me ; but I kept my mind open to conviction. The evidences and doctrines of Christianity, studied with attention, made me a most firm and persuaded believer of the Christian religion. I have made it the rule of my life, and it is the ground of my future hopes.
231. oldal - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
220. oldal - This pencil take (she said) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy ; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
14. oldal - Alas ! misfortunes travel in a train, And oft in life form one perpetual chain ; Fear buries fear, and ills on ills attend, Till life and sorrow meet one common end.
379. oldal - And they sung a new song, saying, "Thou art worthy to take the book and to open the seals thereof; for thou wast slain and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred and tongue and people and nation...